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༺RAYNE༻ I insert the keys into the locks, my hands slightly shaking in fear or what I'd find inside. This is just like the stuff I read in novels, where the wife discovers her husband is a serial killer with a room filled with the gruesome remains of his victims, female dead bodies. “No,” I mutter, shaking my head. That's impossible. There's no way Liam is a serial killer. But then the way he acts sometimes, his mysterious and dangerous aura and his unapologetic behaviour makes this even more plausible.

I questioned causing Zack to look at me hesitantly as if he is keeping something from me. “Since she is a powerful witch, many people would seek out her power and thus her whereabouts are a secret, only on special occasions would she visit our pack where her safety is guaranteed. And the next time she comes is the day after tomorrow.” The woman in her 20s said, and if I remember correctly, her name was Leslie, the girl who was quite close to Chris.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot. “You are not stupid people and you know why I initially came to the island. Do you think that I am some kind of loose woman?”

She was avoiding eye contact. "I just want to say" she took a deep breath "I'm sorry. I read the article and I realized that I was wrong" For once, that lousy article had cleared my name rather than ruin it. "I should have known better than to listen to Liliana. She always comes up with weird conclusions and I don't even like the bitch" Evelyn admitted "She really is a bitch" i muttered "You got that right" Evelyn chuckled "she has been obsessed with Jacobi and it is so nauseating. She feels like she owns him"

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

I also sought answers since I was becoming more concerned about Veyron and Darius's involvement in my demise. The gold-embossed titles of leather-bound books faded with time as my fingertips traced along their spines. Selena's silent but urgent call for prudence blended with Lucas's cryptic warnings about treachery in my head. So far, none of it made sense. I was determined to put it all together, however. --- Tucked down in the library's furthest corner was the section I was looking for. It was identified as the Lunaris Chronicles by faded labeling. These shelves were loaded with tales of the Moon Goddess, long-forgotten festivals, and ancient rituals.

I wandered, fingers trailing along spines, until a thick, aged tome caught my eye: The Rift: The Blood Feud Between Shadowmoor and Nightfang. Curiosity burned. I sat, flipping through tales of broken treaties, stolen land, and one chilling entry about a Luna from Nightfang who was assassinated by a Shadowmoor spy. No wonder these packs hated each other. “I wouldn’t start with the war crimes,” a voice drawled behind me. “The poetry section’s less likely to give you nightmares.” I looked up sharply. A woman leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, expression wickedly amused. She wore combat boots, a half-buttoned uniform jacket, and a smirk that could slice steel. Her dark blonde curls were

It bothers me. I call out her name. She’s not here. Her absence gives me the chance to look around and see what she has done with the place. There’s a small shelf in a corner with different books. I find one paperback on the small table in the center of the greenhouse, in which Leanna has placed a bookmark. I open the book, curious to see what she’s been reading. It’s a novel. A romance. The bookmark is at a page with an explicit scene. As I flip through the book, I realize that she has dogeared all the pages that contain sexual situations. Almost as if she’s trying to learn.

He didn't want the mysterious lady too. Not until he finds out what she knows about his mother's assassination or if she was responsible. That got Luca thinking. What if she recognized him and was only pretending so she could escape? He could recall how she took out his best guards but listened to his voice and did not fight him. She could be a trained assassin and he was the next target but that did not explain her burning hair and every other mystery around her. He had to keep an eye on her. Luca carried her in his arms and located one of his rooms in the villa. He couldn't take her to where Kimberly was and then have to answer questions the next morning.

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th